Prayer Songtext
von Jocelyn Mackenzie

Your wife′s gonna have your little girl
And I was not questioned
I bombed the interview for the position

She's gonna sit you down
She′ll be telling you a story
When suddenly she'll know the baby's ready

And I′ve never felt so cold
Why can I not let go?
Why can I not let go?
I′ve never felt so old
He would have been eight years old
She would have been eight years old

Your wife had your little boy
And I'll bet that he loves peaches
I′ll bet that he learns everything you teach him

He could have been mine too
Except that my body failed you
And so you found fresh soil to plant your fruit


And I've never felt so cold
Why can I not let go?
Why can I not let go?
I′ve never felt so old
He would have been eight years old
She would have been eight years old

Oh, I don't expect you to understand
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, you never held her in your hand
Oh, oh-oh, it troubles me, I′ve not let go
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh I'm just a primate wearing clothes

And I have never felt so alone
Here singing to your ghost
Apes sing to their babies too, you know?

Oh, the ache settled in my bones
Why can I not let go?
I'm a primate wearing clothes

Oh-oh, oh-oh, your daddy′d never understand
Ooh, oh, oh-oh, you fell into the palm of my hand
Ooh-oh-oh, oh, all I can give you′s this lullaby
Wish I could have said hello before I had to let you go